The other
day one of my best friends rang the bell of my house. I had not seen him for two
weeks. We were walking into the countryside. We visited our favourite place which
I discovered this summer by chance. There are palms everywhere and a little
side with green trees. I like it because there I can breathe freedom. I feel
far away from world pollution despite of that fact that civilization is less than ten minutes.
This summer I went there when I needed to relax myself. Sometimes I sat on the
sand and read. One morning, very early, I could see some rabbits running. It is
awesome to listen the singing of the birds while they flit.
martes, 29 de septiembre de 2015
sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2015
FEAR
Fear of not being afraid.
Fear of expressing my feelings.
Fear of future.
Fear of not being who I am.
Fear of world injustices.
Fear of not fighting for my ideals.
Fear of not learning.
Fear of not being strong and falling.
Fear of not being free.
Fear of liabilities.
Fear of disappointing someone.
Fear of being no one in life.
Fear of being empty.
Fear of being alone.
Fear of not fulfilling my dreams.
Fear of not dancing in the rain.
Fear good people who aren't.
Fear of not travelling.
Fear of never flying.
Fear of waking up to find everything disappeared.
Fear of not loving and fear of not being loved.
Fear that my skin couldn't feel my pets' contact.
Fear of breaking my heart.
Fear of loosing important people to me.
Fear of taking a bus and not coming back.
I've said that.
Fear of expressing my feelings.
Fear of future.
Fear of not being who I am.
Fear of world injustices.
Fear of not fighting for my ideals.
Fear of not learning.
Fear of not being strong and falling.
Fear of not being free.
Fear of liabilities.
Fear of disappointing someone.
Fear of being no one in life.
Fear of being empty.
Fear of being alone.
Fear of not fulfilling my dreams.
Fear of not dancing in the rain.
Fear good people who aren't.
Fear of not travelling.
Fear of never flying.
Fear of waking up to find everything disappeared.
Fear of not loving and fear of not being loved.
Fear that my skin couldn't feel my pets' contact.
Fear of breaking my heart.
Fear of loosing important people to me.
Fear of taking a bus and not coming back.
I've said that.
jueves, 24 de septiembre de 2015
First week
The last
day in the practice class, we were doing different exercises. Everyone was a
bit lost about how to do that at the beginning but after a while, our
imagination flowed and we could understand its use.
I think that the three activities are
necessary to learn doing a good redaction without problems. This way, words
will come out by themselves little by little. Now, we are waking up our head.
It is a great help to people who find
difficult to think while writing, like me. There are a lot of students who have
a perfect imagination or simply they have more practice. This isn’t my
situation.
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